Well, finally the day arrived to make the 2 1/2 hour trip to Kennett Square to be a part of the 1000 Knitters Project.
I poked and prodded everybody into getting up early to make the drive but they were just as excited as I was so it wasn't really a problem, see....
There were knitters everywhere... knitters in line, knitters sitting outside knitting... knitters sitting inside knitting... apparently by the end of the end of the day 131 knitters had their pictures taken by Franklin (I was #55).
There was lots of snacks and lots of yarn and lots of fibery conversations. You never would have known there was a waiting list and numbers being called and people that had driven hours just to be there. It was more like a general gathering of knitters just because... no pushing and shoving... no complaining about how long the wait would be... knitters are such cool people.
Knitters who had never met before would just strike up a conversation. I heard people chatting about yarns and books and I heard people discussing Ravelry. Everyone was super nice to the kids which made the wait for them so much easier.
A woman, who from what I understand was a reporter for a local Kennett Square newspaper, stopped in to snap a few pictures and ask Franklin some questions about what was going on. (Which reminds me... I need to get a copy of this week's Kennett Square newspaper somehow.)
Finally it was my turn to get my picture taken by Franklin. Ya know... I was so excited about going to get my picture taken and being part of the whole deal but I couldn't help but think for a minute about Franklin and how much work it must be for him. The traveling and all the people and the hustle and bustle. It must be exhausting. Yet there he is being patient and kind... I can't imagine a nicer person. When you sit to have your picture taken he chats with you like you're the only person in the room. If he's tired and feeling the strain of the day it certainly doesn't show.
As for me... I wish I had knit my row a little slower... so to savor the moment... but me being me, the nervous sort that I am... whizzed through my row blabbering about kids and asking if this was indeed Lucy Neatby's whole (in the scarf) and just being thankful that Delores was nowhere in sight and then it was over and I thanked Franklin repeatedly and shook his hand (again) and that was it.
So, here's my picture of Franklin taking my picture...
Looks like it was a hoot!
Posted by: kt | April 22, 2008 at 09:28 PM
Has he hit a grand yet? He's gotta be getting close.
I love your "other side of the camera" shot!
Posted by: bezzie | April 21, 2008 at 07:48 PM
What a fun day!
Posted by: KM | April 21, 2008 at 10:41 AM